She gave a nod of agreement when Quentin said what he said. Her eyes squinted a little and then relaxed. She was glad that the drunkard had gone away. Her skin still crawled from his touch, but she wouldn't complain anymore about someone she hoped never to meet again.

A more agreeable sort of man seemed to wander in and get Quentin's attention, and hers too. She gave a nod to him and said, "And I am Claire Devereaux." Not that it mattered much, they would have gotten introductions soon anyways.